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FREAKY LADIES

4 TALES OF SMUT

Tory Mynx

Copyright 2017 by Tory Mynx

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, lesbians, threesomes, pegging and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are over 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE CLOSET SLUT

THE STUD ACROSS THE HALL

GETTING FREAKY IN THE PARKING LOT

DIRTY ROOMMATE THREESOME

 

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THE CLOSET SLUT


Nobody knows how much of a slut I truly am. I hide it well. On the outside I don’t look like anything more than a cute, innocent girl. I’m pretty small, standing just a little more than five feet five inches tall, and right around one hundred and twenty pounds, with big blue eyes and long brown hair. Lightly freckled face, a bit of a pug nose, fairly thin lips. I don’t wear much makeup, nor do I play up my sexuality very much in public. I dress conservatively—usually nothing more than t-shirts and shorts—showing plenty of skin but not making it obvious. I work out on a regular basis, keeping my body toned but not muscular. My tits are small but perky as hell and I have a washboard stomach, ridiculously tight ass, and legs that are thin but well-defined. All in all I’m a devastatingly cute girl that hides a severely nasty streak beneath.

I like to unleash my nasty streak in situations where it won’t come back to haunt me. In other words, no screwing around with people I work with or see on a regular basis. No, I save my filthy flings for when I’m on the road.

Luckily for me, that’s quite often. I travel a lot for my job, often spending two or three nights a week in hotels, which is where I like to pick up most of my men. My work puts me up in nice places, and there’s usually a number of good-looking guys in a similar situation to mine to hook up with.

On this night, I’m in San Diego for a conference. It ended an hour ago and I’ve spent the time since in the bar, getting drunk and waiting for the right man to appear.

At just before 10PM, he does. He’s in his mid-twenties, tall, dark and handsome, dressed in a suit, sitting alone and drinking a Killian’s. He’s almost done with his beer, so I order myself an appletini and another Killian’s and head over to his table.

“Here by yourself?” I ask before sitting down.

Smiling carefully up at me, he nods.

“Care for some company?” I say.

“Sure,” he replies. “Why not?”

So I sit down next to him and hand him his beer.

“I’m Tory,” I say.

“I’m Jason,” he says.

And we’re off.

He’s not a very talkative guy, which is fine by me. I’m more concerned with other parts of him. So, after a few minutes of light small talk, we’ve finished our drinks.

“How about nightcap?” I ask, flashing him a little smile.

“What did you have in mind?” he replies.

“Let’s go up to my room and find out.”

I stand up and hold out my hand. After a moment of hesitation, Jason takes my hand and lets me help him out of his seat. Leading the way, I head towards the elevator and take it to my floor.

After we’re inside my hotel room, I stride over to Jason, staring directly at him with a serious look on my face. Before he knows what’s going on, I put my hands on his waist and squat down.

“Okay, then,” he says, his breath growing more rapid.

“Is this all right with you?” I say.

Jason nods.

“Good,” I say, going back to work.

With my head at the same level as Jason’s groin, I undo his belt, pull it off and drop it to the floor. Meanwhile, he pulls his shirt off, giving me a good look of his six-pack abs.

He watches intently I undo the top button of his jeans and pull down his zipper,, then slip his pants and boxers off, dropping them around his ankles, freeing up his cock. It’s rock-hard and sticking straight out with no sag at all.

Jason lets out a soft sigh as I grab the base of his cock and start slowly stroking it while cupping his balls with my hand. Staring up at him the whole time, I stick out my tongue and lick the underside of his cock, starting at the base and working my way towards the tip.

After I’ve run my tongue up the length of his cock, I spit on it and work the saliva in with my hand before taking it in my mouth. Still jerking him off, I suck on the tip of his cock, my head bobbing in short, quick strokes.

While I suck his cock, I run my hands over Jason’s chest, touching his washboard stomach and healthy pectoral muscles, my fingers brushing his nipples. He takes a quick breath and I realize he likes this. So I tweak his nipples a little more, squeezing them with my fingers, our eyes locked together the whole time.

“You like that, do you?” I say, pulling my mouth off his cock for a moment. “You like it when I play with your nipples.”

Jason nods quickly.

I smile. “I’ll have to keep that in mind for later,” I say. “But right now I have more pressing business at hand.”

I run my hands back down his stomach and grab ahold of his cock. After slapping his cock against my tongue a couple of times I take the head of it back in my mouth.

After concentrating on the tip for a bit, I push my head forward, taking his cock three-quarters of the way into my mouth and holding it there for a few seconds before pulling back off.

As I’m coming back in for more, Jason puts his hands on my head.

“Oh no you don’t,” I say, grabbing his wrists and gently pushing them back to his side before going back to work.

Jason’s cock is glistening with my saliva as I again start jerking him off. I drop my head down a little bit and lick his sack with my tongue before taking one of his balls in my mouth.

Still jerking him off, I suck on one of his testicles, pulling on it, stretching his sack out until it pops out of my mouth, resulting in a low groan from him.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” I say, looking up at Jason.

He nods desperately. He doesn’t look like he could speak even if he wanted to.

Laughing, I move over to his other testicle, giving it the same treatment. After popping it out of my mouth too I release my hold on his balls and lift my head back up and go back to work on his cock.

Staring up at him, I run my tongue up the entire length of Jason’s shaft, starting at the base and finishing at the tip. Then I slap it against my cheek a couple of times before slipping it in my mouth again, bobbing up and down on it, taking it halfway down every time. After blowing him for a good thirty seconds without pause, I pull my mouth off, gather up some saliva, and spit on his cock.

“You like your blowjobs nice and wet, don’t you?” I say, using the accrued saliva to forcefully jerk him off.

He nods again.

“Yeah, I can tell,” I say. “The sloppier the better right?”

“That’s right,” he says.

Surprised by hearing him actually talk instead of just nod his head, I decide to reward him for it. After jerking him off a little more, I push Jason’s cock up, pressing it against his stomach and holding it there, sticking straight up, pointed at his face. Knowing from earlier that he enjoys getting his sack played with, I start sucking on his balls again, this time taking them both in my mouth at the same time.

I suck on them and bounce them around in my mouth for a little while before wrapping my lips around his sack and yanking down on it hard enough that he utters a little moan of discomfort.

I know that moan, I’ve hear it many times before. Yes, there’s discomfort, but there’s also pleasure. More of it than usual, as it’s magnified by the level of discomfort.

Laughing to myself, I release Jason’s balls with a pop and they bounce back up.

“Holy fuck that felt good,” he says, his breath ragged and huge smile on his face. And I know he means it, considering this is the most words he’s spit out since we started.

“Yeah?” I say. “You liked that?”

“I loved it,” Jason says.

“So you like a little bit of pain with your pleasure, huh?”

“Apparently so,” he says. “I never knew until just now.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” I say. “Because that happens to be what I specialize in.”

“Is that right?” he says, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

“It certainly is,” I say. “Do you want to experience more of it?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then step right up,” I say, climbing to my feet. “And learn a little bit about the relationship between pleasure and pain.”

I grab ahold of Jason’s cock and use it to lead him to the bed. Once there, I turn him around so his back is facing it, then push on his shoulders, dropping him down onto the bed, face up.

Standing over him, looking down at Jason lying there, I play with my pussy, rubbing it until it’s nice and wet. Then I climb onto the bed and crawl up the length of his body until my pussy is hovering right above his head.

With my knees on the bed and my calves tucked beneath my thighs, with one leg on either side of Jason’s head, I drop down, straddling his face. At first I didn’t move at all, content to simply smother him with my flesh, my pussy right on top of his mouth, digging in, forcing his tongue inside me.

“That’s a good boy,” I say. “Get that tongue in there. Show me how good you are at eating pussy.”

I sit there for a good 15 seconds while Jason struggles for breath beneath me before finally lifting my body up for a couple seconds to give him a chance to breathe.

Sitting on his chest, staring down at him, my eyes locked onto his, I flash him a dirty smile. “You like that don’t you?”

Smiling back, he nods emphatically.

“Good,” I say. “Because so do I. Do you mind if I do it some more?”

“Please do,” he says.

I lean down and stick my tongue into his mouth, tasting myself on his lips, then grab two handfuls of his hair and scoot forward and drop my ass back down onto his face.

Holding his head flush against the mattress, I grind my pussy on Jason’s mouth, pushing down with all my weight, forcing his head deeper into the mattress. Even though he can hardly breathe, it’s obvious Jason is loving it. His tongue is active, licking and tasting my insides with enthusiasm.

As I continue grinding away on his face, Jason sticks out his tongue as far as he can, forcing it deeper into my pussy. I lets out an excited little moan and start riding his rigid tongue, moving forward and back quickly, my pussy getting wetter and wetter with every pass, soaking Jason’s face and covering it in my juices.

I let go of Jason’s hair with my right hand and start working my pussy with it. It isn’t long before I’m aggressively rubbing at my clit while continuing to ride his tongue. My moans and groans fill the room as I approach orgasm. A few seconds later I let out a loud screech and my body shudders. I rise up just a bit as the orgasm arrives.

I smack away at my clit as I cum, squirting a steady stream of juices out of my pussy, making a mess of Jason’s face.

“Holy shit that’s so fucking hot,” he says after my stream has run dry. His head and face looks like they’ve been dunked in a barrel full of water. But his smile is wider than ever.

“You like that too, do you?” I ask, still squatting over him, my pussy mere inches above his face.

“I fucking love it,” he says. “You’re fucking incredible.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I say.

“Shit, I haven’t even done anything yet,” Jason says. “You’re the one doing all the work.”

“Well, let’s change that then,” I reply.

I climb off of Jason’s face and scoot down his body until I’m straddling his midsection. With my ass pushing back against his still hard cock, I lean forward and use my tongue to lick my pussy juices off of Jason’s face.

Once his face is clean, I lift my body up just a bit and scoot my butt back so my pussy is hovering over Jason’s groin. Then I grab ahold of his cock and slide it inside my soaking wet snatch. I take things quickly right from the start, riding him cowgirl, hammering my body down onto his, not showing him any mercy whatsoever. I put my palms flat on his chest for leverage, which allows me to pummel him even more intensely.

“You like that, don’t you?” I say, staring down at Jason, his face a mixture of pleasure and pain from the pounding I’m giving him. “You like it when I ride you into the sunset, don’t you?”

Grimacing, Jason nods.

“That’s good because I like it too,” I say. “I like the feel of your hard cock inside of me, of your balls slapping up against my ass, of the control I have over you.”

To punctuate this last point, I grab ahold of his wrists and pin them back against the couch, immobilizing his arms while I continue riding him.

Having this much control is too much for me to bear; it just turns me on like crazy, so much so that no more than fifteen seconds after pinning his wrists to the couch, an orgasm courses through me, making me shiver and shake and groan and bite down on my bottom lip and finally scream as it passes.

After I’ve cum, I slam down onto Jason one final time and stay there, his cock deep inside my pussy. I lean forward until my chest is touching his head, his face between my tits. Then I shake my upper body from side to side, smacking him in the face with my tits a few times. After I’ve beat him up pretty good, I wrap my arms around the back of his head, smashing his face against my flesh between my tits.

After about ten seconds, Jason tries to pull away, but I don’t let him.

“Where do you think you’re going,” I say, pulling him tighter against me. “You’re not done until I say you are.”

Even though he’s having trouble breathing he relaxes a bit.

“That’s better,” I say. “Take it like a man. Show me how much you can take.”

I relax my hold for a moment, just enough to give him a couple seconds of air, then smash his face against my flesh again, his hot breath against my skin.

This time I smother him for a good 20 seconds before finally letting go. I give him a chance to get one breath in before turning slightly to the side and pushing one of my tits into his mouth. With his eyes turned up towards mine, Jason sucks and chews on my nipple.

“That’s a good boy, suck on that nipple,” I say, thoroughly enjoying myself. “Suck on it like you’re trying to get milk.”

After that nipple is hard, I shift again, giving him my other nipple. He licks and bites down on that one until it’s hard also.

Once I’ve had enough, I grab a handful of his hair and yank his head back. I lean in and stick my tongue in his mouth and explore around for a little while before pulling back.

“You’re my filthy little boy toy, aren’t you?”

Jason nods.

“I can do whatever I want to you, can’t I?”

He nods again.

With a serious look on my face, I reach around and grab ahold of his balls, lightly squeezing them as I once again start to bounce up and down on Jason’s cock. After a little while, he runs his hands up my stomach and cups them underneath my tits, pushing up on them. I lean back, shifting my weight back and putting more pressure on his balls as I continue hammering away at him.

I arch my back, lifting my chin to the ceiling and exposing the hollow of my neck. Jason has started lifting his hips up as our bodies come together allowing him to penetrate me more deeply.

“Just like that,” I say, my voice demanding and under control. I don’t want him to know how excited I am. I don’t want his head getting too big. “Right there. Right fucking there.”

I slam my body down onto his as hard as I can, trying to drive him into the mattress. I continue riding him like an insane cowgirl for another minute or so before I’ve had enough. Keeping his cock firmly inside my pussy, I spin around so I’m facing the other way, my back and ass to him, in the reverse-cowgirl position. I immediately pick up where I left off, riding him viciously, pounding my pussy down onto him so hard that it’s almost painful.

I reach back, grab one of my ass cheeks in each hand, and spread my ass. Holding my ass open, I ride him some more before releasing one of my ass cheeks and sticking my index finger from that hand into my asshole. I work the tip of my finger around for a little bit then pull it out and bring it to my mouth. Turning my upper body so I’m looking back at him, I suck the ass juices off of my finger. Once it’s clean I add my middle finger to the mix, getting them both lubed up.

“Grab my ass with your hands and spread them apart,” I say to Jason.

As he reaches out and spreads my ass cheeks wide, I slip my fingers into my asshole. A little moan escapes from my throat and I slow things down, riding his cock in long, slow thrusts while my fingers work my asshole. Once it’s a good and loose, I stick a third finger inside.

Moaning more loudly now, I jam all three fingers deep into my asshole, moving them back and forth as it continues to widen. Eventually I pull all three fingers out and lick them clean.

“Do you like that?” I say, still turned to look at him. “Do you like watching me play with my asshole?”

Jason nods.

“Do you want a turn?”

He nods again.

“Then go ahead,” I say. “Be my guest.”

With my prodding, Jason takes the reins, spitting on his middle and index fingers and then sliding them into my asshole. I reach back and spread my ass and start bouncing on him with more intensity while he works my asshole with his fingers.

After a full minute, I yank Jason’s fingers out of my asshole. With my upper body still turned to face him, I slip his two fingers into my mouth. Once I’ve sucked them clean of my ass juices, I climb off of him and scoot my body backwards until my ass his right above his head.

With my hands still spreading my ass wide, I drop my pussy directly onto his face again. The only difference this time is I’m facing the other way. I give him all of my weight, smothering him for a few seconds before switching things up.

Shifting my body forward a little bit, I change the angle so that now my asshole is right above Jason’s mouth. He sticks his tongue out and starts licking my asshole, working it around in circles, getting my anus nice and wet.

“Holy fucking shit,” I say. “That feels so fucking good. You lick ass like a champ, my friend.”

As I continue to moan and shudder above him, Jason slides the tip of his tongue into my asshole and starts bouncing his face against my ass, forcing his tongue deeper inside me with every thrust. I release my ass cheeks and drop my weight onto his face, smothering him with my ass, and forcing his tongue even deeper inside my asshole.

While Jason struggles beneath me, I lean forward and take his cock in my mouth and start bobbing my head up and down. I eventually lift my ass off his face, giving him a chance to breathe. As he gasps for air, I continue sucking his cock, taking it from tip to base, as wet, sloppy sounds escape from my mouth.

Once Jason is breathing normally again, he spreads my ass with his hands and goes back to work licking my asshole. It isn’t long before I release Jason’s cock from my mouth and start climbing back down his body.

Still facing away from him, I grab his cock and hold it upright while I insert it into my asshole. Leaning back, half squatting, my elbows locked out and palms on the bed back by Jason’s head, I slam my ass down onto his groin, taking him balls deep in my asshole right away.

Not taking things slow at all, I ride Jason’s cock, bouncing up and down, hammering away, my entire weight slamming down onto his body. As Jason grabs ahold of my waist to help me balance, I run my hand down my stomach and insert two fingers into my pussy.

To my surprise, Jason takes some initiative, putting his hands beneath my ass and holding my body in place while he jackhammers his hips upward, fucking my asshole while I bang away at my pussy.

At one point in the proceedings, Jason’s cock slips out of my asshole between thrusts. I pop my fingers out of my pussy and slide my ass back towards him a bit. Sitting on his stomach, I lean over and wrap my lips around his cock and go to town on it, bobbing up and down, taking the whole thing in my mouth, gagging on it and getting it even more slippery than before.

After Jason’s cock is coated with my saliva, I scoot forward and slide it back into my asshole. But instead of bouncing this time, I move my ass forward and back, grinding on his cock.

Jason gives me a slap on the ass. I yelp then turns my upper body so I’m looking back at him.

“Do it again,” I say. “Slap my ass some more.”

He obliges, slapping my other cheek. I yelp again and straighten my body so I’m facing forward again and start moving my hips in a circular motion, taking his cock for a ride while he continues slapping my ass.

My back is arched and my head is tilted up slightly, allowing my long blonde hair to spill down my back, tempting Jason, taunting him. Taking the bait, Jason grabs a handful of my hair and gives it a little tug.

I reply with a low moan and then retaliate by reaching down and grabbing ahold of his ballsack in my hand and giving it a squeeze while continuing to hammer my ass down on his cock. Jason returns the favor by yanking harder on my hair.

“You wanna play rough?” I say. “Okay then, let’s play rough.” I then proceed to squeeze his balls more tightly.

Enjoying the implications of this little game, Jason pulls hard enough that I let out a sharp gasp that has a little pain mixed in with the pleasure. Once I have recovered I squeeze Jason’s balls so hard that he gasps almost entirely in pain.

Getting the hint, Jason immediately releases my hair. I turn back to face him again, a little smile on my lips.

“Too much for you, huh?” I say.

“Just a little,” he says.

I don’t release his balls but I do tone down the pressure, still squeezing but not as hard. I play with his balls while I continue fucking him, rubbing them together and juggling them in my palm.

“Is this better?” I say.

“Much,” he replies between deep breaths. I can tell he’s enjoying himself now.

I straddle the line between pleasure and pain so successfully that Jason is right at the point where he’s about ready to cum. His groans are deeper and more consistent, his breath more rapid.

But I can sense this and I’m not ready for him to finish yet. So I let go of his balls for a moment before smacking them a couple of times, causing him to flinch, but more importantly, bringing him a couple steps back from orgasm.

“Oh, did that hurt a little bit?” I say, acting all innocent.

He just glares at me, knowing that I already know the answer to that question.

Laughing softly, I lift myself off Jason’s cock, freeing it from my asshole, then spin around to face him, switching my feet so I’m still straddling his waist.

Standing over him, I play with my pussy, slipping three fingers inside and banging away. A few seconds later I let out a deep, shuddering moan and cum again, dripping pussy juice all over Jason’s stomach and chest.

I immediately bend down and lick my juices off Jason’s body, my tongue running over his flesh while my eyes remained locked on his.

After I’ve cleaned Jason off, I squat down, grab ahold his cock, and slide it back into my asshole. With my hands on his chest for balance, I drop my body onto his cock, taking it all the way down before rising back up, making his cock completely disappear inside my asshole.

“Do you like it when my asshole swallows your entire cock?” I ask, staring down at Jason.

He nods, his eyes wide and his breath rapid.

I bounce on his cock for a little while before straddling him proper and using my asshole to work his cock up and down and forward and back at the same time, my moans reaching a fevered pitch now.

As Jason steadily approaches orgasm, I start rubbing my clit with my right hand while continuing to hammer down on his cock with my ass. After working my clit for half a minute, I let out yet another animalistic moan and cum yet again, sending more of my juices squirting out of my pussy.

This time the spray is more powerful; it reaches his upper chest and neck and some even gets on his face. For some reason me squirting all over him turns Jason on immensely, immediately putting him over the edge. He curses under his breath a couple times, alerting me that he’s about to cum.

“Are you ready to cum?” I ask.

He nods emphatically.

I pull his cock out of my asshole and bend down in front of him. Taking the shaft of his cock in my hand and the head in my mouth, I proceed to jerk him off while sucking on the tip.

I stare at Jason while I blow him to completion, my eyes locked onto his.

Jason’s body tenses in preparation of cumming. I can tell by the look on his face that he thinks I’m going to take his load in my mouth but just as he starts to shoot his seed I pull his cock out of my mouth and aim it back at him, pointing it at his head.

Staring at him with an amused look in my eyes, I jerk Jason off to completion, sending his white sperm shooting up towards his face. With no real recourse, Jason grimaces and turns his head to the side, hoping to spare himself the brunt of the explosion.

Luckily for him, just a few splashes hit his chin. Most of his load ends up on his stomach and chest and a little bit on his neck, mixing with my juices that I deposited on him just moments ago.

Smiling at him with a demonic grin, I take Jason’s cock in my mouth and suck on the tip, extracting the last few drops of cum from his cock with enough force to make him squirm. Eventually I let his cock out of my mouth and release my hold on it.

As Jason’s chest heaves in an attempt to catch his breath, I slide off him. I climb to my feet and head into the bathroom, reappearing with a towel in my hand.

“Here,” I say, tossing him the towel. “Clean yourself up and let yourself out. I’m going to go jump in the shower.” I turn and head back into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

By the time I’m done in the shower, Jason is gone. He’s left a note with his name and phone number and I pick it up and stick it in a box on the counter with hundreds of such notes. Maybe I’ll give him a call when I’m in town again. Then again, maybe not.

 

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THE STUD ACROSS THE HALL


I had just parked my car and was on my way down the hallway towards my apartment when I saw Scott coming my way. He had a load of laundry in his hands, blocking his upper body from view, but his gym shorts showed off his incredible, muscular legs.

I found myself staring—as I always did whenever I saw him—at his gorgeous, sharply-lined face with his seemingly permanent two-day old stubble and dark hair and killer body. And, as always, he just gave me a wry smile in return.

But then he seemed to sense something, which wasn’t a surprise, based on my mood. I was coming off an extremely shitty first date, even by my standards, which were extremely low after more than a year of constant relationship disappointments.

“Is everything okay?” Scott asked, clearly concerned.

Trying to play it off, I nodded.

He just laughed. Not in a mean way, but like he wasn’t fooled. “Don’t give me that crap,” he said. “What’s the matter.”

“Oh, just guy problems,” I said, waving my hand, pretending like it was no big deal.

“Yeah, pretty much every one I know is a real asshole,” Scott said.

“Tell me about it,” I said.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“No,” I said, shaking my head, even though I really did. I felt like having a few drinks and just spilling my guts, bitching and complaining about everything. I just wanted to vent. But I didn’t know Scott well enough to feel comfortable doing that to him.

“Bullshit,” he said. “You’re a bad liar.”

I laughed softly and gave him an aw-shucks shrug. “You’ve got me there.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Scott said. “Take half an hour to get yourself together, and then I’ll come over. We’ll have a few drinks and you can let off some steam. Tell me whatever you want. I’m a surprisingly good listener.”

“I don’t know . . .” I said, letting it hang out there, just wanting to make sure he really meant it.

“Yes you do,” he said. “Stop playing so hard to get. You’ll feel better after you vent. I always do.”

I gave him a little smile and nodded my head. “Okay. You win.”

“Cool,” he said returning my smile. “Then I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”

“Okay,” I said, staring into his big blue eyes. He really was a great looking man. Too bad he was gay.

Scott turned and started down the hall, only to stop after a few paces. “Oh, and what kind of wine to you prefer? Red or white?”

“Red all the way.”

“Me too,” he said, his smile growing a little wider as he turned to walked away.


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Scott arrived precisely on time. He brought two bottles of wine. Damn good wine, too. One bottle of Napa Valley Silver Oak and one bottle of Cask 23 from Stag’s Leap.

The Silver Oak had been breathing for half an hour, so we dipped into that first.

“This is amazing,” I said. “You sure have good taste in wines.”

“It’s a bit of a hobby of mine,” he said, taking a sip himself.

Again I thought to myself how much of a shame it was that he was gay.

We dusted off the first bottle in fifteen minutes, making small talk the whole time. It was only after we were halfway through the second bottle that I was ready to get down to business.

I turned to him and said, “Do you really want to know what’s going on?”

“Absolutely,” he replied.

“Okay,” I said. “But I’m not going to hold back, okay? If I’m going to vent I need to do it properly. Without any restraint.”

“That’s that whole point,” Scott said, pouring me another glass of Cask 23. “Say whatever you need to. I can handle it.”

I took a long drink and readied myself to bare my soul this man I’d only known for less than an hour. Strangely, it didn’t seem awkward at all. Whether or not that was because of the wine or not, I wasn’t sure. But it didn’t really matter in the long run anyway. What was important was that I was comfortable around him.

“Okay,” I said. “So here it is. I’ve spent years looking for a man that can give me what I need without any hint of success.”

“And what is it, exactly, that you need?” Scott asked.

“Well, sometimes it’s just a good, hard pounding,” I said. “Sometimes it’s more.”

“How much more?”

“It all depends on the day,” I replied, “Some days I like it rough. Other days gentle. Sometimes I like to be in charge, other times the submissive. What I really need is someone who likes to get freaky in all sorts of ways. Someone who like to fuck as much as I do, and who won’t get all weirded out if things start to get extreme.”

“Do you mind if I speak openly?” Scott asked.

“Please do,” I said.

“Well, forgive me if this is a little sudden, especially considering we’ve only just gotten to know each other, but if you really mean what you just said, then I’d like to offer up my services.”

“You?” I said, shocked.

“Yeah,” Scott replied. “Why not?”

“But I thought . . . I’d heard you were—”

“Gay?”

I nodded.

“Nah, I’m straight as a two-by-four. And about the same size down there, too.”

“Noooo,” I said, drawing out the word. I wasn’t sure what I was more surprised to hear, that Scott was straight or that he was packing heat down below.

“Yep,” he said. “Despite what everyone around here thinks, I’m completely, one hundred percent into women.” He leaned in as though sharing a secret. Talking softly, almost in a whisper, he said: “Although I’m not ashamed to admit that I don’t mind having my asshole played with every once in a while, if the woman is into that sort of thing.”

My excitement was only matched by my exasperation. For more than six months, here I was, living across the hall from a super hot, mega-cool, incredibly sexy twenty-five year old man who’d I’d never made a pass at because I thought he was gay. But he was straight. And apparently was into the same kind of freaky stuff I was. I didn’t know whether to be happy about what was (hopefully) to come or annoyed that I’d wasted the last six months of opportunity because of some stupid rumor I’d heard.

“So what do you say?” Scott asked.

I shook my head to help myself refocus. “I say we give it a shot, see how it goes,” I replied, trying to keep my cool, barely able to hide my excitement.

“How about if I get things started,” he said.

“Be my guest,” I replied.

Smiling, Scott set his wine glass down, then climbed off the couch, spread my legs apart, stepped in between them, and dropped to his knees, his face at the same level as my already soaking wet pussy.

His gentle hands slid up the inside of my legs, causing them to tingle. I let out a little gasp of pleasure and tried to maintain my composure. I reached for my wine and finished off the last of it while Scott undid the button on my pants, then the zipper, then hooked his fingers around the waistband and pulled them off, panties and all.

“Oh my,” I said, my hormones raging. “You certainly don’t waste any time, do you?”

Instead of answering with words, Scott spread my legs even further, and buried his face in my pussy.

I let out a little gasp as he went to work, licking and tonguing my snatch with a practiced touch, not taking his time at all, just going to town.

Scott slid two fingers inside my pussy while he continued to eat me out, his fingers banging away with tons of energy while my moans grew in intensity. Glancing over at the mirror, I caught the look on my face. It was screwed into an expression of intense concentration mixed in with healthy amounts of pleasure. A look of pure, unbridled enjoyment, which was exactly what I was feeling.

“Holy fuck, just like that,” I said between gasps. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

He slid another finger into my pussy, making it three total. Because it was so early in the evening, they were a snug fit at first but I quickly loosened up as he continued banging away.

I could feel an orgasm coming on and decided to help it get here more quickly, so I slid my right hand down and started rubbing clit with my right hand while my left groped at one of my tits. Between my two hands, Scott’s fingers, and his tongue, it was a blur of motion and movement, all for the same purpose. My pleasure.

With so much attention on me, it wasn’t long before the orgasm made it’s presence felt. It started with an increase in the speed which my fingers were working my clit, followed by my breath getting faster, then louder moans. This was followed by a tensing up of my muscles, which, after a few seconds of straddling the edge of the cliff, led to a violent release, with my entire body quivering madly. Next I let out a little scream, followed by an explosion of juices from my pussy as I squirted all over Scott, drenching his face as though he’d stepped under a waterfall.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said breathlessly once I’d regained my composure. “That was incredible.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Scott said, looking up at me with his ever-present wry smile.

“Liked it? I fucking loved it,” I said. “I had no idea you had such talent.”

“And I had no idea you were such a squirter,” he replied, going back to work on my pussy with his tongue, although more gently this time.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Sorry? What for? I loved it.”

“Really?” I said, surprised. “Most guys don’t like that sort of thing.”

“Yes, well I’m not like most guys,” he said between licks. “The wetter the better as far as I’m concerned.”

I laughed and shook my head.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I replied, grinning madly. “It’s just that I would have never guessed you were such a pervert.”

“Well, I am,” he said, looking up at me from between my legs, his face still wet from my pussy juices. “I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s wonderful,” I said, my smile growing even larger.

“Good,” Scott added, replacing his tongue with his fingers in order to make the conversation easier. “Because I never would have guessed you were such a slut.”

“Tell me about it,” I said. “I don’t really look like it from the outside.”

“Which is deliberate, I would imagine,” he said.

“Absolutely,” I replied, starting to get wound up once again from his fingers slowly working my pussy. “It keeps the scumbags at bay.”

“Like me,” he said, smiling.

“Exactly,” I replied, playing along. We both knew he was nowhere near a scumbag. “Seriously though, sometimes it’s good that people don’t know who you really are.”

“Tell me about it,” Scott said. “That’s why I don’t bother telling people I’m not gay. It keeps the unsavory women away.”

“Like me,” I said.

He laughed. “Exactly,” he said in the exact same joking tone I’d used earlier.

I was about to say something but forgot what it was. It was getting harder and harder to converse, let alone think. Scott had some seriously talented fingers.

“And since we wasted the last six months due to our . . . mutual misunderstanding, that just means we’ll have to make up for them by screwing around with each other as much as possible,” he said.

“Speaking of which,” I said, yanking his hand out of my pussy and pulling him to his feet while simultaneously climbing off the couch and then dropping to the floor in front of him. “It’s time for me to return the favor.”

“If you insist,” Scott said.

“Oh, I do,” I said as I undid his zipper and pulled his cock out of his pants. “Wow,” I said softly. “You weren’t lying when you said you were well-hung, were you?”

Scott smiled and shook his head while I admired his cock. It was huge, at least eight inches long and the perfect width; thick but not too thick. Not only was it the biggest cock I’d ever seen up close and personal, but it was a beautiful one too, smooth and well-maintained. Plus it was hard enough to hammer nails, which was just as important as the size.

Looking up at him, maintaining eye contact, I wrapped one hand around his shaft, opened my mouth, and took the head of his cock between my lips. I sucked on the tip while stroking the shaft with my hand, working it slowly at first but picking up the pace as I went along.

It wasn’t long before I was taking him halfway down with every thrust, and eventually even three-quarters. I couldn’t quite swallow the whole thing—not this early in the evening, at least, but I was making a good run of it, forcing it as far as it would go and holding it there for a few seconds before pulling off.

“Not bad,” Scott said. “Not bad at all.”

“Fuck that,” I said. “I’m going to take the whole thing.”

He gave me a patronizing little smile.

“What?” I said, using my saliva to jerk him off while we spoke. “You don’t think I can do it?”

“I’m not saying you can’t—”

“But you are saying that you don’t think I can.”

Scott shrugged but he still had the same little smile on his face.

“Challenge accepted,” I said. Then I went back to work on his cock.

I bobbed on it a couple of times, getting it nice and slippery and warming myself up again, then grabbed ahold of his ass and pushed my head as far forward as I could, ignoring the urge to gag.

It wasn’t easy, but I eventually forced his entire monstrous cock into my mouth, swallowing it like it was a sword. With my hands grabbing his ass, I held myself in place, my nose pressing up against his stomach while his cock tickled the back of my throat.

“Holy shit,” he said under his breath, his shock apparent in his tone.

I felt a burst of pride. I loved surprising people, exceeding their expectations. It always made me feel good.

After deepthroating him for upwards of seven seconds, I let his cock slide out of my mouth, inch-by-inch, releasing it slowly, leaving it glistening in the light with my saliva. I took a moment to catch my breath, playing with his cock as I did so.

“What do you think now?” I said, smiling up at him.

“I think you’re fucking amazing,” Scott said, smiling back.

“Why thank you,” I said.

“My pleasure,” he replied.

“Is there anything else you want to do to me while I’m down here?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Then be my guest,” I said. “Do whatever you want. I’m your little plaything.”

A little grin crept onto Scott’s face and he stepped forward. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head towards him and slid his cock into my open mouth.

He didn’t waste any time, hammering his cock in and out of my mouth, giving me his entire cock with every thrust. His balls slapped up against my chin and his grip on my hair got tighter as he pounded away, grunting under his breath.

Saliva poured out of my mouth and onto the floor as he face-fucked me, wet, slurpy sounds escaping from my throat, filling the room with nastiness.

I ran one of my hands down my stomach and started rubbing my clit as he continued pummeling my mouth with his cock for another thirty seconds, making me gag and cough but not slowing down, aggressively slamming his cock in and out of my mouth as I stared up at him. He forced me to deepthroat him once again for a short time before pulling away.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” he asked, looking down at me with an excited grin as he slipped his shirt off, revealing an incredible body that had to take hours a day in the gym to maintain. Six-pack abs, perfect, hairless pecs, rocked-out arms.

“Ready and waiting,” I said, biting down on my bottom lip.

He bent down and held out a hand. I took it and he helped me to my feet. Holding onto my hand, he led me to the couch and sat down, then pulled me down on top of him so I was straddling him.

I was desperate to have his cock inside me by now, so I quickly adjusted my position so my knees were bent and my shins were flat on the cushion underneath my thighs, then I grabbed ahold of his cock and slipped it into my soaking wet pussy.

We both let out soft but insistent groans as he entered me.

Scott was so big that it was a tight fit but I was wet enough that it wasn’t an issue. Just a little bit of pressure in all the right places as my pussy engulfed his cock.

I placed my palms on top of Scott’s thighs and leaned back, arching my back and tilting my chin towards the ceiling, exposing the hollow of my neck and offering him my still-clothed chest.

He took the bait, grabbing and squeezing them through the material of my shirt, then cupping his hands beneath them and pushing up while I bounced atop him, my hair flying everywhere as wet, slapping sounds filled the room as our bodies came together.

I hammered down on his cock a few more times before suddenly leaning forward, mixing things up a bit, changing the angle of penetration.

At this point in the evening, I was looking to do some damage, so I put my hands on Scott’s chest for balance and started bouncing atop him, impaling myself on his cock, hammering my body down onto his. I rode his cock from tip to base, slamming my ass down, taking the entire thing in fast, rhythmic thrusts.

“Do you like that?” I asked, whispering harshly between deep breaths. Our faces were inches apart, close enough that I could feel his hot breath in my face. It smelled like cinnamon and grapes. “Do you like it when I ride your cock?”

“I love it,” Scott said.

“Yeah?” I asked, taking a moment to slip my shirt off and then my bra, freeing up my tits. They were big and beautiful, not gigantic but perky and awesome and completely natural.

He nodded, his eyes locked onto my newly released puppies.

“What about my tits?” I asked, climbing a little bit higher atop him so my chest was in his face, mere centimeters away, close enough that my hard nipples brushed his lips every once in a while.

“I love them too,” he said, his trademarked sly little grin still on his face.

“Do you want to lick them?” I asked, still moving up and down on his cock, just not with as much force.

“Very much so,” he replied.

“Yeah, I thought you might,” I said, keeping his cock inside of me but no longer bouncing on him. “But first I want to do something to you.”

“Whatever you want,” Scott said.

Smiling, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it forward, pressing his face into my chest, smothering him against my flesh. Then I squeezed my tits together, smashing his head between them and pulling his face further against my chest while I stayed put atop of him. His cock was pressing against my vaginal walls and I could feel it getting harder as I smothered him with my tits.

I held him in place for a full ten seconds before letting him free. Breathing deeply, he smiled up at me, his face red and his eyes full of excitement.

“It looks like you enjoyed that,” I said.

“It was awesome,” he replied.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes please,” Scott said.

So, after giving him another couple of seconds to catch his breath, I grabbed the back of his head and again pulled his face against my chest, smothering him. This time I upped the ante by starting to slowly ride his cock once again.

This time, after a full 15 seconds of holding him there, I could feel him starting to get a little antsy. He still hadn’t tried to pull away, but I could sense it was imminent. But I wanted to see how much he could take. Plus I knew at least part of him liked what was going on; his cock was bigger than ever inside me. So instead of releasing him, I leaned forward and put my mouth next to his ear.

“Just relax,” I whispered. “You’re a real man. You can handle it.”

He relaxed his body and calmed down considerably.

“There you go,” I said, stroking his hair with my fingers. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you up before anything bad happens.”

I could feel his hot breath against my skin as he struggled for air but still I held him tight. He wasn’t in any danger. And having control over him was turning me on like crazy.

When I finally let him free after almost half a minute, Scott’s face was bright red from exertion and he was gasping for breath, but his smile was wider than ever, and his cock his bigger than every before.

“That was incredible,” he said.

“Yeah, I could tell that you liked it,” I replied.

“And I’m guessing you did too,” Scott said.

“Oh yes,” I said. “It was awesome. But now I need for you to suck on my nipples.”

“With pleasure,” Scott said, pushing his head towards my tits.

I leaned forward until my hard nipple was touching his lips. He took it in his mouth and sucked on it.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Suck on those fucking titties. Don’t be shy. Get nasty with it. I can take it.”

So he did, flicking the nipple with his tongue, even biting down on it with his teeth, making me gasp in surprise and excitement.

“There you go,” I said as he worked one nipple until it was rock-hard before moving on to the other one while I gradually picked up the speed in which I was bouncing atop his cock. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Scott gave my other nipple the same treatment. Once it was feeling as stimulated as the other I grabbed ahold of his hair and yanked back on his head, popping my nipple from his mouth.

Turned on immensely now, I slipped my tongue into Scott’s mouth and explored his tonsils with serious intensity while riding his cock like an insane cowgirl. His hands had made their way down to my ass and he was gripping my cheeks and spreading them apart, opening me up even further, allowing his cock deeper access to my insides.

I was so turned on I could barely take it. I was close to cumming but I needed to switch things up to get myself over the edge.

So, keeping Scott’s cock deep inside of me, I spun around so I was facing away from him, riding him reverse cowgirl. I grabbed his knees and pushed them closer together, then adjusted my body so my feet were on the floor, giving me more leverage to work with.

 Once I was properly positioned, I began slamming down onto him harder than ever, impaling myself on his cock. His hands were on my hips, holding on for dear life while I pummeled him, my ass hammering down onto his legs.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” Scott said.

“Fuck yeah it does,” I said. I put my hands on his knees and bent forward, then started pounding him even more aggressively.

His cock felt incredible inside me but I still needed something more. “Slap my ass,” I said.

Scott did as he was told.

“Harder,” I said. “Like you mean it.”

So he did, smacking my asscheek again.

“That’s right,” I said. “That’s what I’m talking about. Keep going. Don’t fucking stop.”

I continued pounding away at him, smashing his balls as I dropped my body onto him with full force, my breath growing quicker by the second, while he continued smacking my ass.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed. My ass was starting to hurt a little bit from all the slapping but the pain was just getting me more excited. “Right there, right there, holy fuck, right fucking there!”

Scott turned up the intensity even more, smacking away at my ass relentlessly. My screams turned wordless and reached a fever-pitch, culminating in a final, expletive-laced, ear-splitting bellow as I reached orgasm. My body shuddered and shook but I didn’t slow down, still pounding away at him for a few more seconds before finally falling still.

I didn’t have much time to relax though, as Scott wrapped his arms around me and climbed up from the couch, letting his cock slip out of my pussy for the moment. As soon as he rose to his feet, he turned around, then dumped me onto the couch. He knew I’d just cum and now it was his turn to finish up, which was perfectly fine by me.

Scott grabbed ahold of my legs and pushed them forward, lifting up my ass to give himself a better angle to work with. Holding my legs in place, he slipped his rock-hard, monstrous cock into my soaking wet pussy. I took it all the way inside me without any resistance.

Perhaps because he was already so far along, Scott pounded me with everything he had right from the beginning, giving me his entire cock with every thrust, holding it deep inside of me for just a moment before pulling it almost all the way out and slamming it back into me.

I was way too into it to talk by now. I was relegated to growls and grunts and the occasional curse word as Scott hammered me practically into submission with his cock.

And just when I thought he couldn’t possibly fuck me any harder, Scott grabbed a hold of my ankles and forced my legs back even further until I was essentially folded in half, my legs pressed against the couch, one on either side of my body.

This position allowed Scott to use gravity and all his weight to pound me with everything he had, his balls slapping against me, his body hammering down on mine hard enough to make me flinch as he bottomed out.

I let out a wordless cry full of pleasure and just a hint of discomfort, my eyes wide and my body tingling with pleasure. I hooked my own arms around my legs, freeing Scott’s arms up. He shifted slightly, putting one foot up onto the couch, giving himself even more leverage. With his hands gripping the back of the couch for support, he fucked me with furious intensity, as though trying to break me in half.

Scott’s grunts and groans and breathing rate intensified, as did mine. Our faces were just a inches apart and we stared intensely at each other while I quickly approached yet another orgasm.

“Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!” I said, somehow finding my voice. “I’m gonna cum again, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

And cum I did, my body tensing up before releasing in a massive, violent orgasm, the strongest one of the night.

Almost as soon as my orgasm passed, Scott’s arrived. As he rose towards orgasm, he started pounding me harder than he had all night. It took everything I had to not scream out in pain, but I knew he was nearly done, so I took what he had to offer.


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